This sound evokes memories of time slipping by, like grains of sand slipping through fingertips, elusive. Everyone waits, waiting for that crucial moment. But time, like a playful child, slips away when you least expect it. "Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick..." The sound grows increasingly rapid, as if urging people to act quickly. But faced with this endless wait, what can people do? They can only continue to wait, silently praying for that moment to arrive.

The sound of time constantly echoes in our ears, as if reminding us that time waits for no one. Every tick is like a drumbeat beating on our hearts, reminding us that we must cherish time and seize every moment. Because in this ruthless time, only by seizing every moment can we leave our own mark.

"Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick..." The sound gradually faded, but people's hearts became more determined. They understood that waiting was not a meaningless waste of time, but a way to better prepare for the future.

As the final "tick-tock" sounded, everyone took a deep breath. They knew the moment had arrived. Their wait had not been in vain, their efforts had not been in vain. For during this long wait, they had prepared themselves for the challenges ahead. Suddenly, a heavily clothed figure burst out from the darkness, towering like an iron tower. His figure instantly captured everyone's attention as he wielded his supernatural powers, launching a fierce attack on the white-haired monster.

Whoosh! A flash of fire passed by, and the blazing flames instantly dyed everything around them golden. This was a fire-type ability, and it was like a blazing fire, enveloping the white-haired monster in a blazing light.

The moment the flames danced, the air around them seemed to become scorching hot. People could only watch from afar, feeling the blazing energy that seemed to set the entire world on fire.

The heavily clothed man, illuminated by the firelight, looked even more fearless and heroic. His figure leaped in the flames, and each attack was filled with immense power and determination.

The hair of the white-haired monster attacked by the fire ability seemed to possess a miraculous vitality. In the blazing flames, it didn't burn, but instead shimmered with an eerie light. When the flames dissipated, the monster rolled on the ground several times, surprisingly unharmed. It stood up again and continued its attack on the fire ability user.

The scene was breathtaking; the monster's tenacious vitality seemed beyond imagination. Its hair, like some mysterious material, resisted the fire attack, demonstrating incredible defensive power.

This leads one to wonder: what exactly is the reason for the monster's immense vitality and defense? Is there some hidden secret? Perhaps this is a unique way of existence in the world of superpowers, one that instills a deeper awe and curiosity in the power of superpowers. The battle intensifies, as the fire-powered user and the white-haired monster engage in a life-or-death struggle. Each attack and defense is a test of strength and wit. This battle is more than just a simple duel; it is an exploration and discovery of the world of superpowers.

Countless people were probably secretly observing, eager for the upcoming battle. They held their breath, nervously watching every moment on the battlefield. They hoped to uncover the secrets behind the monster's mysterious material, and they also hoped that the user of fire-based abilities would find the key to defeating the monster.

Unfortunately, the fire-type esper wasn't able to master his abilities. The battle had barely begun when the flames gradually faded and disappeared.

At that moment, four or five white-haired monsters, like a swift cheetah team, launched a fierce attack on the fire-type mutant. Their speed was so fast that it was like a whirlwind that instantly devoured the fire-type mutant.

Their attacks surged like a tide, impossible to resist. The fire-type psychic seemed so small and powerless before this fierce force. He tried to resist, but the white-haired monster's power was as fierce as a storm, leaving him nowhere to escape. He could only watch as he was devoured bit by bit, powerless to do anything.

Xiao Yi clenched his fists as he watched the scene below. He was shocked by the blood, brutality, and predatory nature before his eyes. This scene was completely different from what he had imagined, but he felt deeply the power and shock in it. In this world, hunting among animals is a natural law and an instinctive behavior for their survival. However, humans' pursuit and exploration of this instinct is often full of blood and cruelty. What Xiao Yi saw was a group of white-haired monsters besieging a human, tearing each other's bodies with their sharp claws and teeth, putting each other to death. This cruel scene made Xiao Yi feel very uncomfortable, but he also deeply felt the power contained in it and the meaning of life.

The white-haired monster seemed unconscious, like a machine that knew only to attack and devour. The pain emanating from it seemed to have no effect on it at all; it simply continued to attack and devour, as if the meaning of its life lay in these two things.

Each time it attacks, it goes all out, showing no mercy. Its eyes are filled with savagery and frenzy, like a wild animal fighting for survival. And each time it devours, it savors the deliciousness of its prey. Yet, its actions terrify and unsettle everyone. Its very presence serves as a warning, reminding people not to let their guard down and become its next target.

Now, the scene Xiao Yi feared the most finally appeared. Those white-haired monsters seemed like a group of cold-blooded killers, their actions unconscious, without the slightest emotion or consciousness. They felt no fear, let alone terror, and simply attacked and devoured.

These white-haired monsters were like a raging storm, sweeping across the battlefield. Their speed was as swift as lightning streaking through the dark sky, devouring the psychics in an instant. The sight of them swarming over them, devouring them with such rapidity, was terrifying and filled with an indescribable sadness.

Like a raging whirlwind, they attacked relentlessly until even the last of their companions was consumed. Humans were outnumbered in this battle, and at such moments, they would suffer the same fate as the fire-type mutant just now, losing their power before being brutally devoured.

They are the embodiment of death, cold and merciless, without a trace of emotion or consciousness. In this cruel world, humans are like fragile seedlings. Despite their advanced technology and powerful strength, they still seem so helpless and insignificant in the face of these unconscious forces of nature.